The Gender-Bending Ray 1/1 (NC-17)(Horrible/Hammer)
Title: The Gender-Bending Ray
Part: 1/1
By: Lilithisbitter
Rating: MA (Lemon/Noncon/Darkfic/Genderbending)
Word Count: 1,300
Pairing: Horrible/Hammer
Timeline: Pre-Act One
Summary: Dr. Horrible's ray guns (when they didn't get smashed) always seemed to be used on him by an ever joyful Captain Hammer. This was that one time that he really wished that the gun had just broken in their struggles. Originally written for comment_fic.
Dr. Horrible struggles beneath Hammer's booted foot as the larger man studied the gun once more. "A gender-bender ray? So you really thought you could feminize me, take away my hammer?" He turns the gun over in his hands as if inspecting it for flaws. "I see you tested it on yourself, actually made yourself a man."
"Oh, Dr. Horrible wears a dress jokes... har-" Cough. "har," rasps the man beneath his bulk, his face turning an interesting shade of reddish purple. "That was the general plan to my plan, prick."
"So it's point and shoot," Captain Hammer turns the gun right toward Dr. Horrible's groin. It was hard to tell with that lab coat that really did look like a dress. He flips the coat up with his other foot, readjusting his aim when he finds out he would just be hitting asphalt. "Simple enough."
"Oh, no no no," Dr. Horrible's hands wave above, struggling to reach the gun.
"Oh, yes yes yes."
And on the final yes, Hammer fires the gun on the evil blond doctor. After the ray glowy thing dies down, Captain Hammer immediately inspects the body beneath him for girl characteristics. Which Dr. Horrible had in spades before... but maybe he'd have huge tits. The hammer always loved fucking breasts, thrusting in and out between the cleavage.
Aside from longer (though not that much longer, apparently even If He had Been Born a She Dr. Horrible preferred short hair) just slightly past the chin corkscrew curls and a lack of blond beard stubble, Dr. Horrible's face wasn't really that different. Same high cheekbones, chiseled features, and pointed chin. Facewise, female Horrible is male Horrible in a wig. He lets the pressure off on Horrible's chest so he won't damage the newly grown breasts and just nails her to the ground by pinning her thighs between his awesome feet. "Stop staring at me," Dr. Horrible demands, his... no... her hands pounding at Hammer's leg. They didn't feel that different, aside from being slightly more slender from side to side. "Stop it!"
Captain Hammer lets the gun drop and before Dr. Horrible can protest, rips the labcoat open, sending plastic buttons everywhere. Dr. Horrible lets loose a round of profanity, before Captain Hammer twists a freshly grown breast in his hand. They’re always tender when they first develop. The younger man turned woman howled in pain and fell limp. For someone with a sizable cock, Dr. Horrible's newly grown rack was small, B cup if you pushed it with some padding. Underneath Dr. Horrible's labcoat is rather vanilla clothing... blue t-shirt with a long sleeved black shirt underneath and the edge of dark blue jeans beneath those silly grey pants he... no, she's always wearing. They hang loosely on her frame, boyish hips and all... for a moment, Captain Hammer wonders if all he did was make Dr. Horrible a female from the waist up. Rather tall for a woman and more than a bit on the underweight side, apparently the gender beam thingie can't change height.
But how to check? He makes a decision and jams his hand down Dr. Horrible's loose grey pants and jeans, past the elastic of his briefs (What sort of man wears briefs? It's boxers or nothing.) to the rasp of pubic hair until his thumb brushes over the bump of a hooded clitoris. "You bastard," Dr. Horrible whines, using the lack of pressure on her chest or breasts to insult him once more.
"Nice little abandoned alleyway, sugar," Hammer lazily drawls, brushing his thumb over the nubbin of flesh again. He smirks when Horrible's hips buck up, allowing him to slide a finger in the folds of labia before darting into the unexplored territory of Dr. Horrible's vagina. Never thought he would use those terms. It's small, narrow, tight even for a virgin, and beginning to moisten out of interest. "Oooh, baby likes it rough."
“Let me go, you son of a bitch,” Dr. Horrible curses, a whimper of arousal beneath her voice. Hammer ignores her, admiring the way her erect nipples stand up beneath her shirt. Someone really needs to invest in a bra. Not that he's complaining. Maybe he should crush the gender-ma-thingie under his feet and crush Dr. Horrible's hope of ever regaining his manhood and cock again. That would teach the nerd to be better hung than him. "I'm not interested."
"Your lips say no..." Hammer replies, rubbing her clitoris and enjoying the way her virgin snatch sucks at his fingers, begging so earnestly to be filled with something larger and cock-shaped. So like a female Dr. Horrible to be a virgin just like male Horrible. Such a waste. "But your cunt begs for my cock. Needs my cock."
Dr. Horrible looks to the side, flushed cheeks, biting her lower lip. Just like a virgin. He leans forward again, so he can whisper into the bad doctor's ear. "Remarkable thing is the clitoris contains as many nerves in that little thing... though yours is on the large side..."
"I'll take your word for it," Dr. Horrible hisses past a moan.
"It has as many nerves as your whole cock did. That means it feels as good, no even better."
"Stop it, just stop it. I'll call rape." Horrible's belly twitches under him, taunt, flat, firm. Amazing.
"I'll make you a deal." Hammer pulls his dripping fingers from out of Dr. Horrible and forces them into the blond's mouth to force her (so good thinking of him as a she now) to taste her own arousal, probably the closest the former male would get to eating pussy. "I'll fuck you and I won't beat you up. No evil dentists to restore your knocked out teeth with their dental beams. No hospital bills. I'll even wear a condom."
Dr. Horrible seemed to mull it over.
"I'm waiting, sweetheart." He releases Dr. Horrible to see what she will do.
"I don't like pain." The blond, tall, far too thin woman stands shakily and pulls off her boots, shoes, and socks beneath them before dropping both layers of pants and underwear. The inner lips of her pussy are swollen and shiny, pushing her outer lips wide. She’s begging for it. "You've got yourself a deal." And Dr. Horrible lies back down and spreads her legs shockingly wide, allow him a good glimpse of dark blond curls, erect clitoris, and swollen folds gleaming wet.
Her blue eyes with their long dark blond, obscenely thick lashes are wide with either arousal or terror. He pulls open her folds with his thumbs, nodding in satisfaction at the hymen stretched across her entrance. He'd never fucked a virgin before. "I know you like pain... why else would you keep coming back? Others have quit before you, you know."
Dr. Horrible bites her lip and turns her head, eyes squeezed closed. She wants this, the little saucy slut. He is a ladies man after all... he gets what he wants in the end. Hammer pauses only to slip on a condom before thrusting in, the scientist's scream of pain an indictor that the boy turned girl is far from fully prepared or damp enough. And as his latex-sheathed member pounds in and out of Dr. Horrible's cunt, streaked lightly in blood and pussy juices, he never stops to think... maybe it's because they felt obligated and not because they wanted to. He leans in a whispers, "You're nothing but a slut. A little nothing that became a something because of me. Who would believe you... a nothing whore like you."
And those tears that he licks off Dr. Horrible's face are nothing but tears of joy and not the expressions of a soul slipping into insanity bit by broken bit. They have to be. Because all women want him. Why would his nemesis be any different?
The End
Part: 1/1
By: Lilithisbitter
Rating: MA (Lemon/Noncon/Darkfic/Genderbending)
Word Count: 1,300
Pairing: Horrible/Hammer
Timeline: Pre-Act One
Summary: Dr. Horrible's ray guns (when they didn't get smashed) always seemed to be used on him by an ever joyful Captain Hammer. This was that one time that he really wished that the gun had just broken in their struggles. Originally written for comment_fic.
Dr. Horrible struggles beneath Hammer's booted foot as the larger man studied the gun once more. "A gender-bender ray? So you really thought you could feminize me, take away my hammer?" He turns the gun over in his hands as if inspecting it for flaws. "I see you tested it on yourself, actually made yourself a man."
"Oh, Dr. Horrible wears a dress jokes... har-" Cough. "har," rasps the man beneath his bulk, his face turning an interesting shade of reddish purple. "That was the general plan to my plan, prick."
"So it's point and shoot," Captain Hammer turns the gun right toward Dr. Horrible's groin. It was hard to tell with that lab coat that really did look like a dress. He flips the coat up with his other foot, readjusting his aim when he finds out he would just be hitting asphalt. "Simple enough."
"Oh, no no no," Dr. Horrible's hands wave above, struggling to reach the gun.
"Oh, yes yes yes."
And on the final yes, Hammer fires the gun on the evil blond doctor. After the ray glowy thing dies down, Captain Hammer immediately inspects the body beneath him for girl characteristics. Which Dr. Horrible had in spades before... but maybe he'd have huge tits. The hammer always loved fucking breasts, thrusting in and out between the cleavage.
Aside from longer (though not that much longer, apparently even If He had Been Born a She Dr. Horrible preferred short hair) just slightly past the chin corkscrew curls and a lack of blond beard stubble, Dr. Horrible's face wasn't really that different. Same high cheekbones, chiseled features, and pointed chin. Facewise, female Horrible is male Horrible in a wig. He lets the pressure off on Horrible's chest so he won't damage the newly grown breasts and just nails her to the ground by pinning her thighs between his awesome feet. "Stop staring at me," Dr. Horrible demands, his... no... her hands pounding at Hammer's leg. They didn't feel that different, aside from being slightly more slender from side to side. "Stop it!"
Captain Hammer lets the gun drop and before Dr. Horrible can protest, rips the labcoat open, sending plastic buttons everywhere. Dr. Horrible lets loose a round of profanity, before Captain Hammer twists a freshly grown breast in his hand. They’re always tender when they first develop. The younger man turned woman howled in pain and fell limp. For someone with a sizable cock, Dr. Horrible's newly grown rack was small, B cup if you pushed it with some padding. Underneath Dr. Horrible's labcoat is rather vanilla clothing... blue t-shirt with a long sleeved black shirt underneath and the edge of dark blue jeans beneath those silly grey pants he... no, she's always wearing. They hang loosely on her frame, boyish hips and all... for a moment, Captain Hammer wonders if all he did was make Dr. Horrible a female from the waist up. Rather tall for a woman and more than a bit on the underweight side, apparently the gender beam thingie can't change height.
But how to check? He makes a decision and jams his hand down Dr. Horrible's loose grey pants and jeans, past the elastic of his briefs (What sort of man wears briefs? It's boxers or nothing.) to the rasp of pubic hair until his thumb brushes over the bump of a hooded clitoris. "You bastard," Dr. Horrible whines, using the lack of pressure on her chest or breasts to insult him once more.
"Nice little abandoned alleyway, sugar," Hammer lazily drawls, brushing his thumb over the nubbin of flesh again. He smirks when Horrible's hips buck up, allowing him to slide a finger in the folds of labia before darting into the unexplored territory of Dr. Horrible's vagina. Never thought he would use those terms. It's small, narrow, tight even for a virgin, and beginning to moisten out of interest. "Oooh, baby likes it rough."
“Let me go, you son of a bitch,” Dr. Horrible curses, a whimper of arousal beneath her voice. Hammer ignores her, admiring the way her erect nipples stand up beneath her shirt. Someone really needs to invest in a bra. Not that he's complaining. Maybe he should crush the gender-ma-thingie under his feet and crush Dr. Horrible's hope of ever regaining his manhood and cock again. That would teach the nerd to be better hung than him. "I'm not interested."
"Your lips say no..." Hammer replies, rubbing her clitoris and enjoying the way her virgin snatch sucks at his fingers, begging so earnestly to be filled with something larger and cock-shaped. So like a female Dr. Horrible to be a virgin just like male Horrible. Such a waste. "But your cunt begs for my cock. Needs my cock."
Dr. Horrible looks to the side, flushed cheeks, biting her lower lip. Just like a virgin. He leans forward again, so he can whisper into the bad doctor's ear. "Remarkable thing is the clitoris contains as many nerves in that little thing... though yours is on the large side..."
"I'll take your word for it," Dr. Horrible hisses past a moan.
"It has as many nerves as your whole cock did. That means it feels as good, no even better."
"Stop it, just stop it. I'll call rape." Horrible's belly twitches under him, taunt, flat, firm. Amazing.
"I'll make you a deal." Hammer pulls his dripping fingers from out of Dr. Horrible and forces them into the blond's mouth to force her (so good thinking of him as a she now) to taste her own arousal, probably the closest the former male would get to eating pussy. "I'll fuck you and I won't beat you up. No evil dentists to restore your knocked out teeth with their dental beams. No hospital bills. I'll even wear a condom."
Dr. Horrible seemed to mull it over.
"I'm waiting, sweetheart." He releases Dr. Horrible to see what she will do.
"I don't like pain." The blond, tall, far too thin woman stands shakily and pulls off her boots, shoes, and socks beneath them before dropping both layers of pants and underwear. The inner lips of her pussy are swollen and shiny, pushing her outer lips wide. She’s begging for it. "You've got yourself a deal." And Dr. Horrible lies back down and spreads her legs shockingly wide, allow him a good glimpse of dark blond curls, erect clitoris, and swollen folds gleaming wet.
Her blue eyes with their long dark blond, obscenely thick lashes are wide with either arousal or terror. He pulls open her folds with his thumbs, nodding in satisfaction at the hymen stretched across her entrance. He'd never fucked a virgin before. "I know you like pain... why else would you keep coming back? Others have quit before you, you know."
Dr. Horrible bites her lip and turns her head, eyes squeezed closed. She wants this, the little saucy slut. He is a ladies man after all... he gets what he wants in the end. Hammer pauses only to slip on a condom before thrusting in, the scientist's scream of pain an indictor that the boy turned girl is far from fully prepared or damp enough. And as his latex-sheathed member pounds in and out of Dr. Horrible's cunt, streaked lightly in blood and pussy juices, he never stops to think... maybe it's because they felt obligated and not because they wanted to. He leans in a whispers, "You're nothing but a slut. A little nothing that became a something because of me. Who would believe you... a nothing whore like you."
And those tears that he licks off Dr. Horrible's face are nothing but tears of joy and not the expressions of a soul slipping into insanity bit by broken bit. They have to be. Because all women want him. Why would his nemesis be any different?
The End